Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1887-06-29
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peovideoco that has opened her eyes be.
t0fo her feee Weto allowed 10 wander into 4
path the terminaiion o. which would have
been her HES wreck. She does not fall
aslesp q ence, not until dawn does stirred
Nat1IeS sweet rsstorers visit her couch,
Her eyes have besn closed, Il seems to her,
but Z vsFy lev moments, though Il II il
reality N hour, when she = suddenly
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6prineing to her feat, with trembling
hands shs wraps herself h her dreming-
robe, which 10 neas upon . chair, and
rushes 10 the door. and opens Il only TO BE-
driven back BY the volums Of flame and
smoke.
@Janeti whore ase you7s some one calls,
and just - she u falling, terrified, into un-
consciousness BY the dire peril which
menAcoy her, . strong arm catches her.
But the hre has gained inch rapid head
way that the halls are impossible, and
darling to the window, John March raises
u and calls for aid 10 tho crowd below. A
laddsr u quickly brought and be descends
IN safety and lays his precious burden in
hox auntie arms.
The inmates Of the burning building are
ing hotel, and there, the following morn.
ing, Janet had two callers.
She II . tribe pale, but never has she
looked 20 beautiful in Bertram Wyland's
eyes -, Ia . few cold words, she refuses
his suit, and he realizes that she is lost to
him forever. A few hours later Mr.. March
enters the room his rival but SO lately left.
He comes 10 bid Janet goodbye, 40 he
intends 70 leave for the city that afternoon.
He talks . while, and then rises to 90.
Goodbye, Miss Alcott, /" he says, taking
her hand and looking down upon her with
. yearning expression on his strong, noble
facs. Il would like to think that though
We may never meet again. you will some.
times give . friendly thought to me.
A soft color fits over Janets face as she
answers, Il shall never forget, MI. March,
that IL IL to you ! owe my life"
The touch Of her warm, soft hand sent q
thrill through all the young mans frame,
and his resolution to 20 without bringing
upon himself the pain Of q refusal melted
y
be silent, but I can hide from Yen NO
longer that ! love you'll Sometimes Thave
dared to hepe you cherished . feeling for
me which time might deepen to something
warmer, but Of late you have bean so cold
heart has failed me-"
Az she hears, and looks up into his
earnest face, Janet feels that what she
heard could never be-and without pausing
to think she frankly tells him all. A glow
OF indignation overspreads his face an he
my d0orl Why, Il was ] myself who saved
the child Your informef has deceived
you. All, how much harm o few words
can do! So that IL the explanation Of your
indifference? Janet" he said, coming
closer to her side, and striving to read the
expression Of the sweet, averted face,
"you say that you owe to me your life.
May ! not have your lies love for my re-
ward?"
She draws herself O little away - she
says: Before I give you your answer /
wantto tell you something. It il this: that
] am mot rich, - every one seems to sup
pose, for my aunt could not will her
property to me If she wished to do so. II
is 10 60 upon her death to ~
"A nephew Of her husband. whom she
has never seen, and who she thinks ia even
in his country home," puts In John.
sam l not right?" he says, answering
Janet's look Of surprise.
@Yes. But how did you knowi"
AS / am John March Elmer, that verita-
BILE nephew himself. ! hardly see how l can
help knowing. / came here, three months |
direct to your aunt's home, but found
her gone; and upon inquiry, learning her
I Immediately followed, think
ing 10 amuse myself BY make her acquaint-
incoRnito. Now, Cousin Janet, I am
for my answer"
When Mrs. Elmer learns the true state Of
Affairs her feeling Of relief at the disap.
pointment Of her own plan il almost too
sreat to put into words.
Janet had never regretted her choice, for
her husbands protecting love her days
ylide BY in one sweet idyl Of delight and